Luo Ziling certainly wouldn't let Ling Haijun gain his freedom immediately; instead, he arranged for two of his men to watch over him and accompany him back to Yanjing tomorrow.

After arranging these matters, Luo Ziling then took Yang Qingyin out for dinner.

It was already close to nine in the evening.

Yang Qingyin wasn't really hungry, as she had just eaten a lot of fruit and desserts, so skipping dinner wasn't a big deal.

Luo Ziling also had eaten a bit earlier, but he still wanted a proper dinner, so he persuaded Yang Qingyin to join him for a meal.

They found a food stall on Wushan Street and ordered a bunch of dishes.

While waiting for the food to arrive, Luo Ziling told Yang Qingyin that he needed to use the restroom.

Once inside, he called Ling Ruonan to explain the day's events in detail.

Ling Ruonan had already received a report from Yang Xiaodong, but it wasn't very detailed.

After listening to Luo Ziling, Ling Ruonan finally got a complete picture of what had happened.

"Why didn't you tell me the details sooner?" Ling Ruonan asked calmly, without showing much emotion.

"Mom, I just got things settled and haven't even had dinner. I rushed to call you. No matter how late it got, I would have informed you tonight. I knew you'd come up with a strategy by tonight," Luo Ziling chuckled as he explained, then seriously asked Ling Ruonan, "Mom, how do you plan to handle this?"

"What do you think Mom should do?" Ling Ruonan countered.

"Show the video to Grandpa and tell Great Grandfather about this. Let them see that even after everything that has happened, your brother and other Ling Family members still don't plan to reconcile with us. They're scheming against us, wishing us ill. I believe that if we don't make a big deal out of this, they'll continue," said Luo Ziling.

After listening, Ling Ruonan questioned again, "Do you think if we report it to Great Grandfather and your Grandpa, they'll stop?"

"No," Luo Ziling confidently replied, "they'll hate us even more and use even harsher methods. But if we escalate it to the elders, and they still target us, we can retaliate without holding back, even viciously."

After a moment of silence, Ling Ruonan finally agreed with Luo Ziling's assessment. "You're right. I'll show the video to your Grandpa early tomorrow before he goes to work. Then I'll tell Great Grandfather about this to let them judge fairly. We haven't wronged them in any way, and thought they wouldn't trouble us anymore. It's surprising they're worsening their actions against us, even attempting to wipe us out."

After hearing this, Luo Ziling said with a smile, "Mom, after you complain, your brother will definitely contact you. When that happens, it's up to you to outsmart him. By the way, I'll send Ling Haijun to you; you can take him to see Grandpa and Great Grandfather and let him explain the situation in person."

"Alright, I'll take Ling Haijun to see them," Ling Ruonan agreed after thinking, but immediately reminded, "Continue to keep Ling Haining under control. I will leak the news to Ling Zhengping. I think he will look for me after finding out. If I avoid him, he'll probably come to you directly. Are you confident in facing him?"

Luo Ziling readily agreed without hesitation: "Then let him come find me. I'm in Qiantang; I can meet my dear uncle by West Lake and see what kind of temper he throws at me. Maybe it could be entertaining."

The mother and son didn't say anything more. After a few reminders, Ling Ruonan hung up the phone.

Both Luo Ziling and Ling Ruonan were indeed surprised that the Ling Family members dared still to resort to such tactics against them.

However, Ling Ruonan soon realized they acted this way because someone permitted them.

Who could have quietly approved this?

It shouldn't be Ling Mingrui.

If not Ling Mingrui, it could only be Ling Jinhua.

Thinking of this, Ling Ruonan felt rather despondent.

Yang Qingyin didn't pay much heed to Luo Ziling being in the restroom for so long.

"The dishes are here," she pointed to the freshly served West Lake Vinegar Fish on the table. "Try it and see how it tastes."

Once seated, Luo Ziling picked up a large piece of fish with his chopsticks but didn't eat it himself; instead, he fed it to Yang Qingyin, saying, "Eating so late today, you must be hungry, right? And probably a little scared. Have some West Lake Vinegar Fish to calm your nerves."

Yang Qingyin opened her little mouth and took the fish, smiling happily. "I'm not tired, nor was I scared. I think nothing will happen tomorrow. I'll turn off my phone, so even if my dad wants to find me, he can't. Without disturbances, we can have a fun day."

"Tomorrow, let's paint a panoramic view of West Lake. I'll go with you to Baoshi Mountain."

"Okay," Yang Qingyin agreed.

As they spoke, another dish was served – a famous dish called "Dongpo Pork," with one serving per person.

Seeing the fatty meat, Yang Qingyin's expression changed immediately.

"Junior, do you want me to eat this fatty meat?" Yang Qingyin pointed at the Dongpo Pork in front of her. "Do you want me to become a chubby girl?"

"It's rich but not greasy, and the taste is really good," Luo Ziling picked a fatty piece and savored it, praising as he ate, "Delicious, I've never had such tasty pork before. Dongpo Scholar was truly a culinary genius."

In a bit of defiance, Yang Qingyin pushed her Dongpo Pork toward Luo Ziling, giving him a sidelong glance, "You eat it; I don't want to eat such fatty meat."

"Then have the lean part; though, it's probably not as tasty as the fatty one," Luo Ziling pushed his remaining half toward Yang Qingyin and laughed, "Also, let me tell you something, people who love to eat meat usually don't get fat. Being with me, do you still need to worry about gaining weight?"

"Alright, I'll try it," Luo Ziling's words successfully dispelled half of Yang Qingyin's worries. She picked up her chopsticks and began eating slowly.

"It really does taste good," she smiled after taking a couple of bites, "But I've never been a fan of meat, so no matter how good it is, I can't eat too much."

"In the future, follow me, and you'll surely eat the most nutritious and scientifically balanced meals," Luo Ziling leaned close to Yang Qingyin with a mysterious look and said seriously, "Want me to let you in on a secret?"

"What secret?"

"Not exactly a secret."

"Then what is it?"

"I believe I can live to be one hundred and twenty years old. Any woman who lives with me will live to that age too. So, the woman who lives with me would be lucky, living decades longer than others." Seeing Yang Qingyin's expression change slightly, Luo Ziling held her hand and earnestly asked, "Just for this reason, don't you think you should live with me for a lifetime, gaining several more decades of life? Isn't that worthwhile?"

"Are you planning to use this reasoning to get many girls around you?"

"I'll only fool you, alright?" Luo Ziling quickly shook his head, "I'm not lying; it's the truth. Look at my grandpa; can you tell his real age? And my mom, standing beside you, doesn't seem older."

"Looks like I shouldn't refuse your temptation, right?" Yang Qingyin seriously looked at Luo Ziling, "However, I am narrow-minded and can't tolerate my man getting involved with other women once he's with me. Otherwise, I'd die of anger! If I die, how would I have longevity?"

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